Surprise! A small gift in your shoes this morning. In honor of Saint Nicholas Day, I wanted to offer an extra Advent essay to those of you whose generosity has been like gold coins tossed into my own stocking this year. Saturday will bring the regularly scheduled essay for everyone, but till then—and with many thanks—enjoy:
This weekend I glimpsed Advent in a new mother’s arms, and any glimmer of God we catch is given to be shared, so here goes:
Sunday Mass, front pew, five children, spouse 9,000 miles away so I’m simply smiling through gritted teeth because so far no one has lost a temper (self included) and this shines as miracle enough.
Until.